[h2][color=00aeef][b]Marrie Knight[/b][/color][/h2]
[color=00aeef][i]Damnit, Marrie! Don't let go, don't let go![/i][/color] The blue-haired esper's eyes shut in concentration and exertion as she tried her best to pull Regina from the tiger's grip. And once more, a finger on the monkey's paw curled, still in Ciri's tight grip. Marrie managed [i]not[/i] to let go, even as she was thrashed around on Tony's back, even as her shadow tried to force her to...

Unfortunate, then, that it didn't matter. How the yellow beam had managed to have such accuracy [s]without homing or any other modifiers[/s] from such a high starting point, she didn't know. All she knew was that when she opened her eyes, Marrie found Regina's forearm in her hand, and her blood on her legs.

[i][color=00aeef]God damnit, really!?[/color][/i] Despite Tony's chilling glare, the esper was burning hotter than Regina's blood as she stared at the arm in her grasp. She looked up to see the catman diving into an alley, and the beam that she was trying to get Regina out of the line of was following right behind him. A splash of blood shot out, and she tried to get to her feet. 

The damned bird laying under her back made it a bit difficult, though. After a few seconds she managed to scramble to a standing position, but it was too late. The tiger was gone. She looked up to check the status of the Trains, and [i][color=00aeef]Oh come on![/color][/i] Someone was falling from Crazy's back. She had no idea [i]who[/i] it was, but it was decidedly person-shaped. At least the behemoth they came from seemed to be leaving... Was that a fucking missile!? She followed the smoke trail to Boteg and groaned. 

[i][color=00aeef]"You're supposed to be protecting Crazy, and you shoot a missile at it!?"[/color][/i] she shouted to nobody in particular. At least the monster should be able to handle a single RPG, right? Unlike the body that was about to crash into the pavement. Marrie didn't have a lot of mana left, but she had to do [i]something[/i]. Options flashed through her mind, and she grasped at those that seemed plausible. It'd take too much mana for most of them, but one...

{Gold Self - Flight}

The next moment she was mid-air, going as fast as she could towards the falling, smoking, one-winged angel's corpse. She had to catch it, she [i]had[/i] to.

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19 | Female | Freelancer | Misty Steps
Apotheotic Predator, Fenrir | Dagger | Physical | Heavenly Chained Eater of God's Hand
Arctic Storm | Masking 
Step of the Monsoon | Wind | Riding the Currents
After You Get Smacked Up | Gunstock
[Storm (4), Flight (6)] Damage (2), Damage X (6), Slow Fall (4), Blink (4), Transplace (8), Magic Sense (6), Heal (16), Stabilize (0), Portal (8), Rain (2), Bounce (0), Homing (2)

DAMAGE: C | SPEED: D | SENTINEL: C | 196

[Gold Self - Flight] 96

PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: C | CHAOS: B | 100
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